There was zero doubt about it that the fire station the family was living in was haunted. Ghosts in the basement, Ghosts in the attic. Anything from objects moving and flying off the shelves to strange slime leaking from the roof. It was your stereotypical haunted house.

"Mommm!" Trevor called out as he walked downstairs. "The roof is leaking again."

"So? You're an adult now." Callie responded in a rather sarcastic tone. "Do it yourself."

Trevor frowned with a frustrated sigh, making his way back upstairs. And after a few minutes he made his way up to the attic, Ghost trap in hand, walking up to the creaky attic to figure out the disturbance.